In hues of endless twilight, the veil rests delicately, a whispering envoy between disquiet realities. It is here that murmurs twist the velvet air, singing old dirges of those untouched by days fleeting by.
Beneath these mortal remnants, a clock lost to time weeps silently, diverging within the mists. Shadows writhe beneath the silence, consuming what acknowledges their ashen existence.
Welcome to a cathedral finely rippled in the dusk's embrace. As old as memories forgot, cast adrift upon the sea of stars.
Peer into the luminescent void.
Enter an eternal sanctuary.